meow?
Pip startled when he heard the voice come from seemingly nowhere. He had naively thought he was alone in these woods. Well, him and his canine friend, anyway. His hand instinctively finds the tufts of fur at the top of his canine companion’s head to idly rub at, partially to comfort the animal and partially to comfort himself.
He smiles a bit sheepishly and admits, “We’re not from around here, but I’m Pip.” He pats the top of his wolf-dog’s head and adds, “This is Nox. We’re just… uh… passing through, I guess.”
In truth, he had no destination, and he thought he might make this forest home for a while. It was peaceful, quiet, and would likely provide everything he needed to survive. Now that he knew he wasn’t alone here, though, he wasn’t going to assume he’d be welcome to stay.
